Verse 1: you suckas talk sh#t when you not on the mic
You say you got dope rhymes and its not even tight
You fame is all hype, ya fake fans gas you up
Real dudes think you’re a clown, I gotta laugh, you suck
Look like Daffy Duck, with a big #ss mouth
You act tough, rap suck, I knock yo b#tch #ss out
I’m from D-Town, don’t ever claim the spot
I snatch ya chain and watch, f#ck if they say you
Chorus: its a lyrical assault, you’re in critical condition
Wack rappers choke on the mic, like in physical submission
Tap out or get a TKO, I won the battle, im the champ, weak emcees, lay low
(Repeat)
(Interlude)
Verse 2: for all you fake rappers that claim you packing the heat and smacking the cheeks
I don’t give a f#ck cause you ain’t rapping unique
You keep losing fans and its back to the streets
And I don’t have to act hard for ladies to be attracted to me
Im straight and I get money, you just a faggot to me
Only n#gg#s out rapping me is Em, Nas and even Cassidy
To have the audacity to even challenge an emcee
On the mic, boy, im hotter than 2000 degrees
Yo, you n#gg#s better get yo bars up
You a stan, riding dick, too busy getting starstruck
Im a bizarre f#ck, I pull your strings like a guitar pluck
And if this rap sh#t ain’t working out, go work at Starbucks
Chorus: its a lyrical assault, you’re in critical condition
Wack rappers choke on the mic, like in physical submission
Tap out or get a TKO, I won the battle, im the champ, weak emcees, lay low
(Repeat)
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